“Wow, Nona. Calm down,” he laughs looking at me.
“They are moving out from his warehouse now, so we probs have thirty minutes.”
“Nona and Pops out?” I ask pushing to my feet looking at my best friend. We have been to hell and back together. He’s as loyal as he is strong, even if he’s crazy.
“They are in the cellar with all the staff. You sure you don’t want them moved out?” he says as I kiss the side of Layla’s head. I pull my duffle bag out from under the bed.
“No time. We move them now, and we risk them getting taken on route to a safe house.” I say while unzipping the bag.
“Mmmm, yeah. You’re right there, brother.”
“I know I am hence me boss, you, well you,” I say throwing a holster and Glock at him. Jimmy’s gun has and always will be a Glock. Mine’s a Ruger and a blade. I love knives. Jimmy’s straight shooting and fire. He loves to burn shit and people. Told you he’s sick.
Layla moves to the side of the bed stepping into a pair of jeans and tying my shirt into a knot to the side of her waist. My eyes snap to her as she puts her hand inside the duffle bag pulling out a semi-automatic. She brings it up looking down the barrel.
Jimmy broke out laughing, and Layla turned the gun on him as my hand reached for her pointing to the gun sight.
“Whoa, hold up, babe. What the fuck you up to?”
“I was going to give Jimmy a vagina where his dick is and then I was going to fuck shit up with you,” she says to me with a look of pure determination.
“Then you stopped me, so what’s your problem?” Her hand goes to her hair, pulling it back from her face in a messy bun thing. Jimmy’s still laughing and I’m looking at this stunning human in shock, but also in amazement. Fuck, could she be any hotter?
“Look, babe, as much as I like the idea of fucking up the world with you, that’s not going to happen.” Her eyes bore into mine and her lips pout. Jimmy moves toward the bed taking a few smoke bombs from it and placing them inside his vest. He has his own set up for shit like this. He looks like wardrobe organizer meet MacGyver.
“Don’t look at me like that. No amount of fuck me eyes and pouting lips will change my mind. Fuck, all I wanna do each time I look at you is fuck you and you with a gun is hotter than anything. It gets my dick so damn hard and I can’t be distracted.” Her body moves slowly toward me seductively. It’s fucking painful as her lips graze my neck, latching to my earlobe as her hands find my hard cock.
“Best you kill him and bring this cock back for me to fuck then. And make it fast,” she purrs into my ear. My eyes widen at the dirtiness, which just cements the fact that I’m wifeing her ass up and fast as soon as this is over.
“Oh, and I ain’t going into no cellar. I will stay up here hidden, but available because I’m sure I can shoot better than Casanova over there.” Jimmy’s hand goes to his heart in mock hurt as he rolls his eyes. “We will see, little lady. We will see.” Taking her mouth in mine, I kiss her hard like it will be the last time I get to taste her lips on mine. Jimmy pulls out the old school wardrobe from the wall.
Layla eyes him.
“Look princess, just get in. Ok?” Behind it is a secret door leading down to the cellar. This house has it all, hence me buying it. After all I am going to be a mob boss and already I am one of the most sought-after people this side of the criminal underground.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’d much rather shoot than run, it’s not in me.”
“Whatever,” Jimmy says walking from the room.
“You fucking stay hidden and don’t do anything stupid.” Kissing her forehead as I put two Ruger’s in my holster and one in my waistband, then sheathing my blade I slip my jacket over my shoulders shrugging the weight of the leather out.
“You come back with no holes,” she says falling into my arms.
“I’ll try.”
Chapter Thirteen
Battles are won through sins of bloodshed.
Vengeance tastes good.
~ Micha Ragen
I heard the floorboards upstairs creak as I positioned myself. Knowing she was alone up there sent a chill down my spine. She’s vulnerable up there, exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed. I will just have to make fucking sure that no one gets near her. Bullets are about to rain down on our home.
Pushing my earpiece in I ask, “You ready, brother?”
“Fuck, yes. I am,” Jimmy says back.
